Covid-19 Lockdown: Day 20

Today I feel like an absolute winner. I exercised, crammed as much fruit and vegetables into my diet before midday and then I devoured a pizza.

I made a pizza so cheesy and indulgent even the oven floor got a taste of it. And I polished the entire thing in one sitting. In preparation for my binge I skipped all my snacks and later made a steamed supper and a sugar-free siroh (soji) for dessert. I’ve also resolved that I will buy myself a dishwasher because on top of the constant handwashing, I’m naar of washing dishes - the picture below is only my breakfast dishes.

I worked very hard on conceptualizing new recipes for two upcoming Instagram collaborations. I look forward to both projects and learning more about how to join hands with other bloggers during lockdown. I am still finding my feet and voice in this ocean of creative bloggers both locally and abroad. I tend to do my own thing a lot and I’m always wondering whether anyone will actually try some of my recipes.

I managed to also relax and watch a couple of episodes of Jane The Virgin. I was addicted to watching this series last year and now I’ve discovered a whole new season on Netflix. There’s also Fifty Shades Freed, which I’ve added to my list. Say and judge me all you like but I’m not ashamed to admit that I loved the entire Fifty Shades series. The story line, not the writing so much though.

I also had a chat with my neighbor Adriaan who I mentioned in the first week of my lockdown series. He confirmed that he too is also a bit withdrawn and feeling like I have been - not really wanting to speak to anyone during the day on the phone anymore. I’m still questioning myself and wondering whether this is normal but I’m not going overthink it.

Nothing is normal.

When I came out of the shower this morning I was going to pull on my sweat pants and operate bra-less like I usually do on my off days. This is not new. Whenever I don’t work I usually dress in house-clothes. Clothing that never makes it through the door. But instead I rummaged through my mother’s wardrobe and pulled on one of her cowl neck tops. I chose an artsy black pants with velour polka dots and left my hair naturally curly. I also treated myself to a mask but I must’ve looked scary because this was the look Mexico threw me when I walked into my bedroom for a facecloth.